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AIRING OUT LOVE’S ATTIC

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We started when autumn leaves stuck to the ground,
And rambled; bantered all around.
When morning dew smeared the vehicle’s glass;
Onlookers admired our repartee ’til trip passed.
 
Off to a park on a sky clear day,
You made your intentions known along the way;
My heart emerged to blast the bitter wind
And so I knew our union would begin.
 
Every day collected as a new secret shared;
If the unhidden had scarred, we didn’t care;
For laughter, thoughts and dreams we discovered,
Without seeing realities not yet uncovered.
 
Important moments, holidays, suddenly arose,
Though I wasn’t invited to share in any of those;
I excused the overlook as the newness of love,
Until the frosty cold forced me to peer beneath my gloves.
 
What I found were the same working hands,
That tried to remold; then you stopped and took a stand;
Stuck you have been in years of hardened ways,
Rebuffing my present efforts to settle and stay.
 
For your life has never truly belonged to me;
You made that clear from day three;
That love has eluded you, its constancy, too,
Still your heart wants to begin with me anew.
 
So out with long-standing, tired ways,
We strive to forgive, to mend broken days;
Packed baggage we open and hope to toss;
Happy memories saved, unhappy lost.
 
For pain hasn’t resurfaced with the fallen rain;
No, I’ve been there before and probably will again;
Decades I’ve traveled: body tired, not spirit;
Naysayers may dither but I won’t hear it!
Wendy Shreve

Remembering Valentines Day

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I remember all my Valentines

They are deep within my heart

Every one was so special

Until the day we had to part

You see my loved one past away

After many years together

All the memories of Valentines Day

To me I will always treasure

Red roses were always given to me

And a candlelit meal for two

Every time Valentines comes around

My everlasting love I send to you

And on this special day

I place by your picture frame

A bunch of red roses in memory

To ease my heartache and pain

Malcolm Bradshaw

8 WAYS TO WRITE A LOVE POEM

POWER OF LOVE

Remember a time when you really wanted to tell someone how you felt about them, but didn’t think you could get the words to come out right? Or that time you wanted to give a certain someone a present, but you couldn’t find that perfect thing? Well, the next time that happens, have no fear — because our love poem tip guide is here (you love our snazzy rhyme, huh?)! Some feelings just need to be expressed, and writing a love poem is one of the most creative and sincere ways to say I LOVE YOU.
  1. Feelings. When you look at the person you love, what runs through your mind? Think of words to describe how they make you feel, so you can use them throughout your poem. Even if they make your brain all foggy, write about that!
  2. Firsts.  Everyone loves a bit of nostalgia. Remember how this person first came into your life. Was it love at first sight, or were you totally turned off until you got to know them better? Where were you? What details can you remember about the first time you met/went on a date/kissed? The little things matter, especially in a love poem, so don’t forget about them.
  3. Comparison. If you’re writing a love poem about someone, chances are they’ve had a pretty big impact on your life. In your poem, compare how your life was before and after this person began playing a role in your life story. Maybe you were going through a rough time and they made it better, or you were always a happy person, but they just made you smile a little wider. Whatever your story, everyone enjoys being told how much they matter, so be sure to let this person know how much they’ve changed your life for the better.
  4. Tone. Don’t worry about making your poem sound too sappy or romantic. Just be yourself, use your personality, and write about the things that might be a little harder to say out loud. Yeah, it sounds corny, but the best poems are the ones that come from your heart.
  5. Pattern. When it comes to the format of the poem, creating a rhyme scheme or pattern shouldn’t be the main focus. If a rhyme comes naturally, go for it, but remember that some of the greatest poems don’t rhyme. Sometimes, a sing-song rhyme can take away the heart of a poem because both the writer and the reader pay more attention to how the poem is written, instead of what it’s about. For a love poem, it’s about what you say, not how you say it.
  6. Spread the Love. No matter who you are or who stole your heart,
  7. we all love a love poem At Poetree Creations.
  8. Why not give it some thought.

Ode to Friesian

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Ode to a Friesian (a.k.a. Ode to Milo)
A rare Chestnut among your peers,
Baroque in body, an athlete’s frame:
Well-chiseled, short ears,
Compact and strong of limb, a stallion’s name.
 
A war horse with a passive heart;
Classical lines, pure soul, a breed apart.
Free spirit, though workhorse when reined in;
Spurred to full gallop, you fly with the wind.
 
Your past, though fraught with labor,
Cannot keep you from what you savor,
To step outside your confined walls,
And show your worth to whomever calls.
 
For you stand tall,
Your legs rise and fall,
Muscled, toned you walk with grace,
But these don’t diminish your strength, your pace.
 
Power emboldens your ancestral pride;
You are never taken for just a ride;
Body groomed to take action,
Yet a disciplined mind keeps your traction.
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Dedicated to the  Man I Love
Wendy

“Valentine’s Day Coils”:

 

A TEAR ON MY PILLOW -Promote Yourself

When I lay and think, in my bed at night,
the day you’ll arrive, seems nowhere in sight.
I toss and I turn, dreaming of you,
opening my eye’s… checking if my dream came true.
It didn’t, again, and a tear starts to roll,
weeping quietly… my pillow I hold.

Many sleepless nights I’ve prayed for you, my love.
God touched my soul from heaven above
He’s answered my prayers for my bride to be.
I’ve never felt this lucky, God did this for me.
That’s a question I asked each and every night.

He must think your special, Joy, and I know he’s right.
No other has made me feel so complete,
my whole life was lived, just so we could meet.
All these thoughts and more going through my head.
I fall asleep not worrying, but dreaming of you… instead.

Author: David G Teves

Will you be my valentine?

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Will you be my valentine?
Will you share my shame?
Will you be my everything,
Even when I have no game?
Will you suffer my agony,
Will you dwell in my mind,
Will you spend days with me
Even when I’ve mentally died?
Will you be there when I cease,
Will you cure my disease?
Will you be there forever,
Till death do us part?
Will you hold my hand as we grow old
When life simply tears us apart?
Will you comfort me in my gloom?
Or will you be my impending doom?
Will you share with me bed time stories
Even when we have no good glories?
Will you just simply be
My valentine elegy

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Top 3 flowers to say “I love you”

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One of the most meaningful and classic ways of showing your love for someone is giving   flowers, but with all the options out there, it can be hard to choose the bloom that will mean the most to your loved one. However, in a sea of pink and red flowers, there are a few that will get across the best message.
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Roses. The number one choice for someone you love is roses. This has always been the case, and there’s a reason for it. Red roses in particular represent love and passion, making them a classic and fitting choice for this holiday. 
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Lilies. Hopkins Patch reports that sending lilies to someone you love is a perfect way to show someone that you admire them and value them as a friend. However, stargazer lilies are a good bloom to choose along with roses if you really want to impress your loved one
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Tulips. According to Patch, pink tulips are a good flower choice for relationships when that aren’t quite at the passionate love stage yet. But Life123.com reports that a red tulip is a “declaration of love” and white ones signify “beautiful eyes.” Given these meanings, giving tulips for a loved one is never a bad idea, either. 

Look out, Look out, jack Frost is about.

Look out ! Look out !
Jack Frost is about !
He’s after our fingers and toes;
And, all throughout the night,
The gay little sprite
Is working where nobody knows.

He’ll climb each tree,
So nimble is he,
His silvery powder he’ll shake;
To windows he’ll creep,
And while we’re asleep,
Such wonderful pictures he’ll make.

Across the grass
He’ll merrily pass,
And change all its greenness to white;
Then home he will go,
And laugh, “Ho ! ho ! ho !
What fun I have had in the night !”

Cecily E. Pike

She Is Perfect..

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Her alluring sculpture of a woman

Her dark hair like a charming legend

Her feminine scent from heaven

Her beady eyes outshining diamond

Her dulcet voice like breeze tones

Her sweet lips as coconut flan

Her sharp wit penetrating stones

Her clear skin wearing no tan

Invaded my gamut of emotions

Inhabited my heart, soul, and mind

Dived into my deepest oceans

And cured my eyes that were blind

© Chaouki M’kaddem

December 25th, 2014

WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS

A MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM POETREE CREATIONS – GILLIAN AND THOMAS

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CHILDREN AT CHRISTMAS

 

xmas So as we celebrate Christmas,

Let us think of all those in need,

We pray to you Father,

That all of them will feed,

For it is nice to celebrate Christmas,

When sound in body and mind,

When you have had your Christmas meal,

On turkey and pudding you’ve dined.

 

Think of all the children,

Who celebrate alone?

Who have no families?

No where to call there home,

There is nothing to celebrate,

For those little girls and boys,

No reindeer or Father Christmas,

No stockings to fill with toys.

 

So remember when we celebrate Christmas,

In a stable far away,

Was born a little baby,

And in a manger lay,

The shepherds and the three wise men,

Who travelled from a far?

They looked up into the sky,

And followed a bright new star.

 

They knelt down by Jesus,

To worship the new born King,

With Gold, Frankincense and Mere,

The three wise men did bring,

So send your thoughts out to the children,

For it should be a special day,

Let us thank the lord for what we have,

And to him we should say.

 

Father take all the children,

Surround them with your love,

Send your light to protect them,

From your glorious world above.

This world is full of profit,

Men that are full of greed,

What about the children,

Who die, if they don’t feed?

It would be nice,

If this time next year we see,

That all the children of the world are fed,

And that everyone was free.

 

Malcolm G Bradshaw  

CHRISTMAS CAROLS

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One For The Road

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This was a common saying back in the day. People would be trying to leave a party, but no, “come on, one more for the road.” People would stay, there weren’t the drinking and driving laws there are today, people were driving half tanked all the time!

There is a drunk driving commercial circulating, I didn’t watch it, but I’ve enclosed the link. I don’t need to watch it, I don’t want to watch it.

http://www.thisblewmymind.com/the-most-powerful-drunk-driving-ad-ever/#CF8rkoMcetRXFojX.01

A very close family friend was killed by a drunk driver who then fled the scene. He didn’t even care enough about a son, a father and grandfather to even stop to check on him. This is the most cowardly and disgusting act, I truly want that man to die. I’m not Christian, I want him to die in the most painful of ways.

This Christmas season, please ignore those that say “one for the road.” Please remember that everyone is a son or daughter. Everyone has someone who will want to hunt you down and hurt you in the most painful of ways.

Everyone. Don’t let it be me, please, I can’t do that again

“A SOLDIER’S CHRISTMAS POEM” – Promote Yourself

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The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn’t loud, and it wasn’t too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn’t quite know, Then the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.

A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
“What are you doing?” I asked without fear,
“Come in this moment, it’s freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!”

For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire’s light
Then he sighed and he said “Its really all right,
I’m out here by choice. I’m here every night.” “It’s my duty to
stand at the front of the line,

That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I’m proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at ‘Pearl on a day in December,”
Then he sighed, “That’s a Christmas ‘Gram always remembers.”
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ‘Nam’,
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I’ve not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he’s sure got her smile.

Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue… an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.”

“So go back inside,” he said, “harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I’ll be all right.”
“But isn’t there something I can do, at the least,
“Give you money,” I asked, “or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you’ve done,
For being away from your wife and your son.”
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
“Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we’re gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.”

LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN
30th Naval Construction Regiment
OIC, Logistics Cell One
Al Taqqadum, Iraq

Author: LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN, 20th Naval Construction Regiment

CHRISTMAS FOR THE BROKENHEARTED (A Song of Hope) – Promote Yourself

  

When peace came down at Christmas. -YOUR FAVOURITE POEM

Christmas Truce

Were they ready

                   for the day when it came?
To pay the price –
                          the ultimate sacrifice.
 In a land they didn’t call home.
“It’ll be over by Christmas,”
                             their loved ones believed,
but all of them knew:
                    their hopes were deceived.
Each one waiting.
                           Anticipating.
Their  Cherubim – a different kind.

Were they ready,

                   for the day when it came?
Enveloped in calm,
                     they laid down their arms,
To listen,
          and watch peace unfurl.
Did they dare go over the top?
          To greet and frat and swap,
            offering gifts to those they should kill.
Each one waiting.
            Anticipating.
A haven in the midst of hell.

Were they ready,
                   for the day when it came?
A quietness fell,
                    no sound of a shell.
Silence covered the land.
Then singing was heard
                               on the night of goodwill.
Exchanges made,
                       the night so still
When peace came down at Christmas.
Each one waiting.
            Anticipating.
Fritz waved a greeting – or was it farewell?

© Karen Ette 

YOUR FAVOURITE POEM WHAT’S YOUR’S

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